At first, living with Mr. Scarletella was a little uncomfortable. He clearly did not understand a single gram about human norms, brought the old woman to a nervous breakdown when he left the house and just stood in the garden half the night. He was scary, even creepy, when he wanted to, but the more time passed, it became clear that he was trying to adapt.

"I...cooked...meal" - it came from the kitchen when you returned home after work. And so, once again, he appeared out of thin air, swapping his raincoat for home clothes and an apron, which looked too surreal. "You...Tired?"

He looked frighteningly out from under his hair, smiling a creepy, not human smile, but he even looked cute, reaching out to pick up things that you could give him.

He was really trying to do something, it was obvious from him. Especially when he wasn't scaring the neighbors, saying strange things, and standing under an umbrella in the center of the living room, staring at the wall.